Arthur didn't question Cobb. He simply grabbed his bag and went back to get the girl.
"I can walk." Morgan stood up from the chair, lost her balance, and fell into Arthur's arms. I small smile played on his lips as she proved herself wrong. Arthur strapped this bag across his shoulder and carried Morgan into the SUV parked outside. As soon as the doors were closed Cobb pealed out of the driveway. Ariadne, with huge eyes, helped Morgan into her seatbelt.
"Does someone want to tell me what's going on?" Arthur, upset that he wasn't in control and in the know, let his voice fill thick with acid as he glared at Eames, assuming it had something to do with him.
"They found Ariadne out here, too. They know that she and the girl are with us now. No one is safe anymore. We're going to Russia as planned. We need somewhere safe to lay low until we figure out who's responsible for this." Cobb's knuckles were turning white as he gripped the steering wheel, turning corner at impossible speeds.
The jostling was moving Morgan around too fast and too hard. Arthur constantly was checking on her from the corner of his eye to make sure she wasn't going to pass out. She seemed to be holding up very well though, he noticed.
"If we're going to be flying, we'll need to get Mo a new shirt first. I think her blood soaked and ripped one with draw the attention of TSA, which is exactly what you don't want when you're trying to leave the country in a hurry." Ariadne smiled down at her roommate and gently squeezed her hand; Morgan weakly smiled back at her.
"There's no time to stop here. And we're not flying, we're taking a train. It's easier to get on and off if need be." Cobb sharply turned the corner and came to a stop at the train station. "The next train leaves in five minutes, so hurry up. Arthur, give Morgan your jacket." Cobb rushed off, Ariadne guessed to buy them tickets by bribing the ticket master.
Arthur and Ariadne helped Morgan out of the car, and Arthur easily slipped his jacket off and onto her slim shoulders. She swayed slightly, but she didn't lose her balance this time. Eames took up the rear and they made their way toward the train.
"Thank you." Morgan whispered it so silently Arthur almost didn't hear her. Her eyes found his and his question was obvious in his eyes. "For everything. The jacket. Helping me into the car. For saving my life. Thank you. I owe you."
Surprised, and unsure of how to react to emotion, Arthur simply said, "You're welcome."
The five of them got aboard the train and took their seats in an empty cabin near the back of the train. Eames left shortly after they got settled to get coffees and croissants. After two Styrofoam cups of black coffee and three croissants, Cobb seemed much more at ease.
"You know," Eames began with a mouthful of croissant, "I don't think we were properly introduced. I'm Eames. Pleasure to meet you." Eames stared down Morgan with a wide smile and hand outstretched.
"I'm Morgan. It's nice to meet you too." Her slender hand reached out to shake his and she smiled in return.
"And this is stiffy over here is Dom Cobb. You can call him whichever you like." They shook hands as well and then Cobb excused himself to go check out the rest of the train. He asked Arthur to come with him in case they ran into trouble, and with a final glance at Morgan Arthur followed behind Cobb.
"So, darling, have you got a boyfriend then?" Eames smiled a crooked smile as he shoveled another croissant, whole, into his mouth. Morgan was about to answer him when suddenly two men entered the cabin and knocked Eames out cold. Both men were dressed in all black suits. Both had guns drawn on the two girls. The first one, with greasy blonde hair and brown eyes, grinned a semi toothless grin at Morgan. This was the same man who had shot her back in the hotel. The man behind him, who was considerably smaller, had dark hair and dark eyes.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here, James? This is the same brat who stopped us the first time. But this time she's wounded, aren't you? Tsk tsk tsk. You should be more careful when you pick friends next time. This wasn't even about you, and now you're going to have to die." The blonde haired man raised his gun to eye level with Morgan. His pointer finger inched closer to the trigger, but he never had time to pull before Morgan shot up and ripped the gun out of his grip and smashed his head into the above head baggage carrier. The second man, obviously stunned, simply stared down at his mate, now that his blonde hair was turning a deep scarlet. Worried for his safety, the man darted out of the room as quickly as he could.
"Stay here, Ariadne. Search this man's clothes and see if you can find an I.D." Morgan, the blonde's gun in her hands, made her way around the bodies on the floor and started to leave the cabin.
"Wait! Arthur and Cobb will be back soon. Then they can go look for him. Please, stay. You already risked your life for me once and you almost died doing it! Please, I can't lose you." A tear escaped Ariadne's eye, but Morgan knew she had to find the man. If she waited any longer, he could already be off the train. And then they would never know who was behind this.
"I'll be back, Ar, don't worry." And with that, Morgan was gone.
When Cobb and Arthur were satisfied with the layout of the train, they returned back to their cabin. What they walked into was not at all what they had expected. Ariadne, crying and slightly shaking, was hovering over a man with a serious head wound. Eames was passed out on the floor as well but he seemed to be stable; only slightly harmed.
"Ariadne! What happened? Are you hurt?" Cobb rushed to Ariadne's side and took hold of her hands that were trying to search the man's back pockets.
"Where is she, Ariadne?" Arthur, still standing in the doorway, looked very serious with his eyes pinched together. Cobb, taking his eyes off Ariadne, looked up at Arthur, he had never seen Arthur act this way before. He had never seen him appear to care so much about the well being of someone. Especially someone so small that he had only known for a few hours.
"She went to find the other man. He ran when he saw what she did to this guy. They said they don't even want her, but they're going to kill her any way. Because of me, Cobb. Because she protected me! This is all my fault. I don't know how I let this happen." Ariadne was so upset now she couldn't continue with her speech. Cobb looked up at Arthur again, this time with a look on his face that he knew Arthur would understand. Arthur was to find the girl. Find her and bring her back here alive. Otherwise, Ariadne would never calm down. And Cobb knew he couldn't bear to see her like this much longer.